I really enjoyed the mix of spy thriller, romance, and character growth that were present in the first two historical YA novels in this series (A Spy in the House and The Body at the Tower), so am very much looking forward to book # 3. Maybe I'll even write up a review this time!

Publisher's description:

Get steeped in suspense, romance, and high Victorian intrigue as Mary
goes undercover at Buckingham Palace - and learns a startling secret at
the Tower of London.

Queen Victoria has a little problem: there's
a petty thief at work in Buckingham Palace. Charged with discretion,
the Agency puts quickwitted Mary Quinn on the case, where she must pose
as a domestic while fending off the attentions of a feckless Prince of
Wales. But when the prince witnesses the murder of one of his friends in
an opium den, the potential for scandal looms large. And Mary faces an
even more unsettling possibility: the accused killer, a Chinese sailor
imprisoned in the Tower of London, shares a name with her long-lost
father. Meanwhile, engineer James Easton, Mary's onetime paramour, is at
work shoring up the sewers beneath the palace, where an unexpected tunnel
seems to be very much in use. Can Mary and James trust each other (and
put their simmering feelings aside) long enough to solve the mystery and
protect the Royal Family? Hoist on your waders for Mary's most personal case yet, where the stakes couldn't be higher - and she has everything to lose.

I'd Like to Thank the Academy...

Pulp Romance by Maria Dahvana Headley

He saw her across a crowded shelf.

Her deckle-edge was seductively deep, her endpapers velvety. She was a first edition, probably autographed. Any man would want to write his name in a book like her.

She noticed him perusing her pages, and blushed. He had a hard spine, and a crisp dust jacket. His eyes were capitalized, and in an obscure font designed in Amsterdam in 1786. She caught herself glancing at his flyleaf, and looked away, mortified.

They were in the YA section, and she was acting like a common galley.

"Can I have your ISBN?" he whispered. He could nearly see her addendum.